February 2012
1 post
What to do?
I have decided to become productive as of right now! I mean, I know that sounds bad, with almost 22 years behind me, but I’m talking in accordance with tonight rather than my entire, active life. So don’t be quick to judge, because when I say productive, I mean like paint my nails or put away laundry, because seriously, no one hates naked nails and piles of wrinkled clothes like I...
January 2012
7 posts
Eileen: I'm cold!
Mom: It's Winter!
Mom: Did you see what she's wearing?
Katt: What?
Mom: Long socks, a poncho... and shorts!
Mom: You know you get colder when your extremities are exposed.
Mom: And her butt sticks out, so it's an extremity.
Car Sick, or just sick in general.
In recent weeks I have somehow become prone to car sickness. And when I mean prone, I mean, like, all the effing time. I don’t know what it is. Maybe it was over that one day I got sick after eating something that had gone bad, because we all know how I like to eat nasty crap. I mean, I don’t intentionally eat things that have gone bad, it’s just that this day I was really hungry...
Three days into the new year...
And nothing has changed. Well, the weather got a little warmer. And though this fact might make some nervous with the date fast approaching, it’s kind of cool that you can wear Summer attire mid-Winter.
My room is still a mess. Stuff is on the floor and my desk is more of a shelf than an actual work space. I don’t have any picture frames on the wall and I’m still missing a...
December 2011
3 posts
What a waste.
I have come to terms with the fact that I haven’t blogged for an entire month and can no longer do anything to fix it. I mean, it’s the end of the month. If I had a time machine, yeah, I could and would. But you know, the whole “I-could-drastically-change-the-future” thing is kind of a problem. And I would never take that chance. For a blog? No.
Well… no. I...
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Grown up problems.
I would give anything to have the “problems” I had in high school.
November 2011
18 posts
Gift receipts are pointless.
… If I may jump straight to the point. Ha.
A gift receipt, as defined by the oh-so-reliable Google, is “a receipt that omits the price paid for the object, which is a courtesy to those who want to give a gift, enabling the recipient to return it without him or her knowing how much was paid.” (Insert additional ‘Ha!’ here, sprinkled with a pinch of BULLSHIT!)
As...
Destination: Christmas, and A Destination...
With Christmas coming up in a few weeks, I find myself constantly thinking about, well, Christmas naturally. I’ve totally racked my brain this year trying to figure out what to get everyone instead of settling for “the easy way out”, a.k.a. the gift card. But in all honesty, and also a side note to those keeping track, I personally don’t mind getting money as a gift. In...
Ribbons galore.
Eileen: Yeah, Kennedy has one of the best gyms out there. Even better than Palisades.
Eileen: Except their gym is decorated in ribbons.
Eileen: First, first, first, second, first, first, second...
Michael: You walk in on a carpet of ribbons, they hand out ribbons as wash cloths...
Eileen: They use ribbons as toilet seat covers...
Michael: They even write their essays on ribbons...
Michael: "Okay class, turn in your test ribbons!"
I rented Monte Carlo last night half-expecting it to suck, but it actually turned out to be a cute movie. Not something I would recommend, but still cute. Anyways, just thought I’d share this stab to the heart with all my fellow make-up addicts. I literally threw my fist against my chest thinking I was experiencing some kind of heart attack. False alarm. I was just being dramatic. But you...
Violated... in a good way.
So last night around eight o’clock, my mom and I went to get a massage at this little place in Northridge, on Reseda and Superior. I don’t regularly treat myself to stuff like this, but I figured I had nothing better to do, and my mom had offered to pay.
It wasn’t the typical place to get a massage. Instead of your own secluded room and massage table, they have reclining chairs...
Seat belt sound goes off...
Mom: Okay, who doesn't have their seat belt on?
Eileen: You.
I'm proud to be, uhh...
I really don’t know. With all this Filipino pride going around because of Pacquiao’s win last night, I can’t help but feel left out. Not because of the fact that I wasn’t out watching the fight or eating all the Filipino food my stomach could handle, but because I really just couldn’t care. I’m not saying this to be mean or to put down anyone who could take...
4S, via text.
Mary: Wyd?
Katt: Just dropped Eileen off at work. Wassssuuupppp?
Mary: Nothin lol I just wanted to text on my new phone hehe.
Sad, but true. Exclamation point.
Michael: It's November already?!
Katt: Babe, your birthday's next month! You're going to be 22!
Michael: Don't say that!
Katt: It's only 22!
Michael: I used to be 10!
Getting better?
I went to sleep at 5:00 a.m., woke up an hour later and I’ve been up ever since. Now, I have a killer headache and it doesn’t help much that I can barely breathe. I’m so over being sick. I’m always uncomfortable, I’m drunk off nasty tasting medicine, I talk and sound funny, and no one wants to be around me because of all of the above. Not to mention I’ve been...
For the past three weeks.
Forgive me, but I’ve been nursing a cold, sore throat and some serious allergies that decided to join the party because, I don’t know, they felt left out or something.
I’m back to my usual antics, blogging into the wee hours of the night about how boring my life is and will always be. And as that statement just showed, I will also be putting myself down, along with depriving...
October 2011
5 posts
Sunday Mourning.
What a typical Sunday morning, 10 a.m. wake-up call is to most of you, is pretty much like bringing myself back from the dead, or sleep, and forcefully facing a day which is usually spent relaxing, a.k.a. locking myself in my room and avoiding everyone I know. I don’t know who thought it would be a good idea for me to actually do something today, but they’re in for a very, very...
Dinner at Buca di Beppo...
Michael: Ugghhhhh...
Katt: You full?
Michael: No.
Michael: I just feel like there's less space in me.
October 11th, 2011
Another two and half weeks gone without a decent update and I’m starting to feel really guilty. Vegas came and went seemingly faster than our 70 minute flight over there. Pictures were taken, drinks we consumed and tears were shed over my poor, aching feet. And when I say tears, I mean crying, whining and a lot of cursing.
But other than the loss of feeling in my lower appendages (may they...
Eileen: I had a dream, Kate...
Katt: Uh huh...
Eileen: ... that it was a zombie apocalypse.
Eileen: And I was getting scared because I didn't have my wand.
September 2011
13 posts
Eileen comes home after watching The Lion King in...
Katt: How was it?
Eileen: I cried.
Michael: Is it true Mufasa dies?!
Eileen: Stupid.
Three days left.
I’ve managed to break my promise to myself once again. But really, there hasn’t been much to tell, so if I had kept my promise, you’d all be reading very boring material. I mean, I could promise a bland entry every single day, but just thinking about it makes me feel lazy, so I’m not going to.
Four months has finally turned into three days and I’m pretty damn...
Mom: What's Google Plus?
Katt: It's like a new Facebook.
Mom: I thought so.
Mom: See, I'm smart.
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Reminder.
I haven’t had enough time or energy to blog this past week, despite the promise to myself to “blog everyday”. And as much as I’d like to say “It’s because I’ve been working!”, it’s not true. Today’s shift was only my second time working and was only taken because one of the new girls claimed the job was “too stressful”. No...
5 tags
The first four days...
Surprisingly, fun. Right before starting this entry I had about 6 paragraphs worth of me, but I quickly grew bored of myself and deleted everything. I never found writing about what happens in a day to be interesting, so I imagine reading about it (from someone else’s view) would be a total chore.
But if I were to sum everything up… Thursday consisted of psyching myself out for a job...
Labor Day Weekend.
Uneventful.
Except for the whole puppy thing, though she isn’t so much an event, but a party that goes on for forty minutes, stops for twenty minutes, and is back on again for another forty. All. Day. Long. Now I remember what it was like to have my babies as babies again. Be careful what you wish for, people. It might really come true in some realistic way.
I didn’t really think...
Dead Hearts by Stars
Just something to make you...
August 2011
3 posts
Blast from the past.
You could say it just happened; then again, I didn’t accidentally stumble upon it either. It was more of a “typed in the website, used a different range of user names, and tried similar versions of passwords I’ve had in the past” kind of thing. In the end, I finally logged into my old Xanga account, a.k.a. “The Ex-Blogfriend”. And I have to say, it was totally...
On this (or that) 17th day of August...
Well, not really. This entry was meant to be posted the other day, but then I got lazy and waited until I had absolutely nothing to do to finally sit down and type. Though I do have a mountain of things I need to get done, I got lazy again and decided I’d rather blog than get the things accomplished.
So… back to Wednesday. You see, I had clocked in my usual 20 to 30 minutes of sleep,...
